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WELCOME TO WINTERCLAN, home to the wayward souls, a frozen sanctuary isolated from the rest of the Mountain Clans, making a home out of the northernmost dome peak. We are headstrong and sophisticated, weary of outsiders to our land, however we are felines of honor who turn no backs on the needy. Those with the drive to survive in our harsh alpine are welcome amongst our ranks- however, not without caution and trial. Though our fur is soft, do not mistake our hearts- for our judgement is just as harsh as the tundra. We believe that blood runs thicker than the frozen waters we live on, only truly relying on each other and no one else. Provoke us and you'll be engulfed in a blizzard, break our bonds and start running from an avalanche. It takes a strong will to survive though the Winter. Do you have the tenacity?
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A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
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A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
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A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
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A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
Marquess are cats who have proven unmatched dedication to the Sovereign and Crowned. Marquess are chosen from soldiers to become the personal assistants to the Reigned. There are only ever six Marquess, three for the Sovereign and three for the Crowned, trained carefully in political science and diplomacy as they become surrogates for their respected Reigned. The Marquess are most often where the Sovereign picks their Crowned from as they are usually the most loyal to the Clan. They are usually introduced in reference of their Reigned, ex. Thundersnow, Marquess of Diamondstar. Marquess do not go on patrols unless going to another Clan or territory and are always accompanied by at least two Knights or Dames and their Squires. Marquess usually travel alone with their guards, however they will travel in pairs on important missions- one for the Sovereign and one for the Crowned.
A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
KNIGHTS
The Knights had many names throughout WinterClan history, most notably Frozen and Shards. The head protectors of the Clan, Knights are elite warriors trained in many different facets. War, leadership, and diplomacy are just to name a few. While not as trained in political science as Marquess, Knights are the leaders of patrols and prison guards- so they are often the first and only impression outsiders have of WinterClan. Once a group of select few chosen from the most advanced soldiers, Knights have now become a plentiful rank. Chosen as students who excelled in their basic training, they become Squires and are trained under a specific Knight until they reach promotion age. Knights are given an epithet during their promotion that highlights their strengths or accomplishments from their training or personality, ex. Eveningmemory the Proud.
A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
SQUIRES
Students who show excellence during their first moon or two of training are eligible to be promoted to Squire, set to train strictly under a specific Knight until they reach promotion age. Knights chose their Squires during student evaluations. They will inquire to the Reigned about what student they want to train, and if the Reigned approves, the fledgling will be promoted during the next ceremonies. While they sleep in the fledgling den, they are treated drastically different than their denmates. Squires are put up to higher standards than the normal fledgling; they are put on more patrols, given more chores, and train for longer hours. Squires are differentiated with an s at the end of their names and are introduced in context of their Knight, ex. Thunderpaws, Squire of Hiddencrest. Instead of going through the normal Gladiator Trial at first, Squires up for promotion must fight each other in a duo team battle royale. The last remaining team is promoted to full Knighthood, while the rest must train and win the next Gladiator Trials in order to be promoted.
A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
BARONS
If a member is becomes either too old, too sick, or generally unable to perform their duties, they become part of the Barons. The Barons are made up of all ages from all the different ranks of the Clan.
A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
Basic run-of-the-mill warriors. They can be promoted into either a Marquess or a baron, while female soldiers can chose to become denkeepers. It is strictly prohibited for Marquess to mate with soldiers unless they were already mated before promotion. Sickly or extremely inhibited soldiers become weathered.
A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
STUDENTS
Basic apprentices. Once a moon, students are evaluated as a group by the Reigned along with Knights and Dames. Students who show promise are eligible to promote to Squire and train to become a Knight. If a female student chooses, she can be trained and promoted as a denkeeper instead of a soldier.
A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
The queens of the Clan, expecting and nursing. Mothers range from runaways to Knights, even the Crowned or Sovereign. Denkeepers are the permanent mothers of the Clan. These she-cats, as they must wean the youth, are trained in the healing arts of birth. Denkeepers become foster mothers for orphaned youth, wet mothers for kittings, and nannies for busy mothers who must return to their duties immediately. Mothers and denkeepers are usually fed a different diet than the rest of the Clan, thus they eat from a separate fresh-kill pile- a mix of prey and a constant supply of borage leaves.
A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
THE YOUTH
Youth are the future of the Clan. When a litter is born, WinterClan holds a special festival for their birth. If orphaned youth are found on WinterClan territory, they are immediately indoctrinated into the Clan instead of being treated like outsiders. Litters born of cross-clan relationships are to be split, with half of the youth claimed for their WinterClan parentage.
A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
PRISONERS
Prisoners are cats who knowingly trespass on or steal from WinterClan. Prisoners are watched by the Knights and Dames with their Squires. They are to stay in the prison at all hours, only to be taken out when used for a Gladiator Trial or to do hard labor around the camp. They eat the scraps and smallest prey from the fresh-kill pile. While prisoners were once allowed to mate within the Clan, they are not allowed to interact with any members other than the Knights and Dames or their Squires. Prisoners can only be set free by winning a Gladiator Trial or with the word of the Sovereign.
A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
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